Every time I see him,
I want to collapse and cry;
But instead I walk on by
And hold my head up high.
He averts his eyes and ignores me completely,
But I'm used to it by now;
And when I see him look away,
I always think of how
Things used to be between us,
And I will never forget
The way he used to look at me,
And the way we used to be.
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Hey Starr - yes, your poems are dark... And actually quite moving... I think that when my psychological state of anxiousness and all that other dark stuff lurking beneath combines with the physical pain I often have, I end up writing like this... Most other times, my writing is light and easy actually. Thank you, though! I'll keep an eye out for your new poems as well.
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